Chapter 46


    The Ind of Hispani


    Some days and some moonster. Sometime after all the smoke has cleared. Time passes, and it


    moves along like the rushing of the wind:


    He was a small, portly ck boy with the looks of a ten year old. His dreadlocks hung partially over his


    eyes which in turn always seemed to cause his vision to appear blurry with every waking morn. With


    only a brown rag covering his midsection the child blundered out of the mouth of his cave home and


    onto the bright morning shore where the sun glistened down upon the white sands of the beach.


    The little barefooted boy stepped lightly upon the hot sands towards arge rock that towered well over


    a hundred feet above him. Leaning up against the rock was a sharp pole which the boy promptly


    grabbed before heading further down the beach where the roaring waves brushed against his feet until


    he arrived at a nearbygoon. Thegoon itself was a peaceful and secluded slice of the ind that the


    boy held in the highest regard. It was always the first ce he went in the morning and thest he


    visited at night before turning in. The rest of the ind, from his standpoint, was inconsequential.


    Nothing existed beyond thegoon.


    As he approached the lush, blue pond, the boy, with his pole, stopped short of the sparkling water to


    take a long gander upwards at the glowing, blue sky and the sun that shined within it. At the edge of


    thegoon the boy could already see the pupfish swimming carelessly inside the luscious, blue water.


    The deeper he ventured towards thegoon the more distant the sound of the sea''s waves behind


    seemed to be. With as many pupfish as his eyes could see all at once the boy couldn''t seem to


    make up his mind as to where to begin. He just randomly picked one particrly clear spot within the


    water and started spearing. With not much precision in his aim the child stabbed his spear into the


    water as hard as he could in the hopes of tagging at least one or two fish for breakfast that morning.


    It took countless minutes for him to poke one before it managed to swim away leaving only a trickling


    trail of blood in its wake. Time and time again he shot at the water before atst managing to snag one.


    With a subdued smile the child pulled his spear out of the water before taking the fish off its sharp end


    and cing its quivering body on the ground behind him.


    Back at it once again, except by then the boy''s right arm was bing lethargic. He was happy for the


    one fish, but if he were able to grab more then it would have been a king''s ransom as far as he was


    concerned. After about five tries he managed to stab another fish and another after that one. One by


    one he gathered the two fish and sat them beside the already dead one before taking another shot. He


    suddenly spotted one particrlyrge fish that he just knew would possibly keep him well sated


    throughout not only the rest of the day, but the next as well. The boy followed the fish as it swam from


    one end of his vicinity to the other. The child chased after the thing until he managed to corner it by a


    rock.


    Like a madman the boy repeatedly jabbed his spear into the water, trying in vain to at least injure the


    fish. When he saw that the fish was trapped, the boy seized the moment by cing his left foot into the


    warm water for a more stable footing before he rammed his spear straight in. The boy had stabbed


    something, and it was quiterge. He had to think for a moment or two and remember the size of the


    thing to begin with. Its weight shouldn''t have been much of an issue, but for the strangest reason trying


    to pull his spear up and out of the water seemed soborious.


    The child pulled and pulled until both his spear and his own body went flying backwards onto the


    ground. The boy looked up to see a form bubble up from out of the water. Gradually, he sat up to gain a


    more precise view of what was taking ce. At first thought he figured it to a muchrger fish that he


    had managed to seize, but there was something unusually odd about its form. The fish seemed to


    possess a human''s hand and a head.


    The boy never shook, nor was he the slightest bit afraid, but that didn''t mean he would''ve just up and


    ran towards the thing. Instead, he got to his feet and cautiously approached the figure that was slowly


    drifting towards the grass. The boy took one of the arms that was covered in a mess of seaweed and


    heaved it out of the water. Before long, however, even more of a mystery began to take shape.


    The thing didn''t seem to have much weight to it. All that the boy was able to bring out was only the


    upper half of a dead, ck man''s body. No legs seemed to be attached. The boy just stood and stared


    down at the gooey and decaying cadaver with nk eyes before he turned and looked back at the sea


    behind him. He then knelt down and examined the corpse from side to side and from front to back. Its


    eyes werepletely white; no pupils could be seen within them. The clothes, or what was left of


    them, were torn to bits, as was the body''s left arm which had a huge gash bitten all the way in.


    The boy then caught a glimpse of the body''s head that appeared as if it were about to fall right off from


    its shoulders. From the neck the boy went back to the face, namely the mouth. He boy opened wide the


    mouth to find nothing but two rows of sharp fangs. Instantly, the boy backed away from the body and


    just stood above it in silent repulsion. His face was a picture of total stillness while his heart thumped so


    hard and loud.


    The boy looked down at his fish breakfast and then back over at the corpse. Then, without muttering a


    single word the child reached down and dragged the half body by the arm out of thegoon and onto


    the beach for about half a mile until he reached his cave. At first, the cave was dark. The darkness


    continued for nearly an entire minute before light could be seen. Inside a small corner of the cave were


    tiny candles that were all lit up in various spots of the dwelling. There was already a bonfire zing


    right in the middle.


    The sweating boy simply dropped the body onto the ground before he went over to what appeared to


    be a makeshift, rock shelf where two bowie knives, a red, rubber ball and a cracked mirror were all


    stored. He then sat and stared at the dead man and his unusual mouth that seemed to fascinate him to


    no end. The hard staringsted at least fifteen whole, silent minutes. After that, the boy dragged the


    rest of the body into the fire and stood back while it burned away.


    The odor of searing flesh consumed the cave enough to where even the boy had to cover his nose and


    mouth. Its abundant stench seemed to engulf the senses in a way that burning flesh hadn''t before.


    Even the smoke itself was leaving the cave as small whispers could be heard inside the boy''s


    residence. Not even he could decipher what they were saying, but he knew they were speaking to him.


    ***


    After about an hour, the boy took the skeletal remains out of the fire and finished relieving the


    remainder of the skin off of the body with one of his bowie knives. Once that wasplete, all that was


    left was an entirely fresh skeleton with a set of fangs that the boy made double sure to polish extra


    clean. With all of its weightpletely vanquished the boy was able to easily carry the remains down


    another corridor of the cave that was lit up by candlelight as well.


    The child, with the half skeleton cradled in his arms, stood for a moment and just looked up and around


    at his surroundings before going for a woodendder that rested to the side of the cave. ced on the


    ground beside thedder were makeshift wooden nails and arge rock. The boy took thedder and


    leaned it against the cave''s wall before taking the nails and rock and ascending just fifteen feet up the


    ladder.


    From there he took two of the nails and pounded them straight into the cave''s walls. He then climbed


    back down and took the skeleton before going right back up again and perching the thing onto the


    nails. In a crucifix-style, both arms were spread wide open while the head hung down. The boy,


    completely spent, climbed back down and examined his aplishment. From one end of the cave to


    the other was all of his work. Countless human skeletons, from adults to children, all nailed to the walls,


    with the most mysterious of them all, the fanged one, perched directly in the middle. The boy stood and


    gazed for a few moments before he went and snuffed out all of the candles. Once he was done with


    that detail, he left the cave altogether.


    All of the skeletons were left in the ckness, all that is, expect for one. That particr one managed


    to be the only one that was able to gain a small spark of sunlight that was fortunate enough to be able


    to poke in from the outside.


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    Only its fangs seemed to be visible. Only its fangs...and a thin, ck ooze that slowly drooled down


    from out of its open jaw.